“I keep seeing him Yixing. That tiny little boy. Every time I go to that place he´s there, crying and wailing. He´s always tugging at my clothes. You´ve seen the handprints right? Please tell me you´ve seen the handprints? I can´t touch him Yixing. Every time I try he disappears. I´m not losing my mind right? I´m not going crazy. It´s all too real. I´m not going crazy.”
The sound of a crying child is was what drew Kris down towards the riverbank.
